My Mother...

...has been through more in her life than most. She has fought a tough battle with multiple sclerosis for over 30 years and raised 3 kids throughout the process. She is totally confined to her wheelchair most of the day. She can't feed herself, wash herself or pick her napkin up off the floor. She stopped jogging in the 70s and driving in the 80s. In many respects she has been totally stripped of her freedom. There are few choices for those who totally rely on others.

Thanks for all of your prayers and support over the past couple of days. As many of you already know, Mom fell from her wheelchair earlier this week resulting in two broken legs. Both femur (the largest bone in your leg) were broken requiring surgery Tuesday morning. While in pain, all signs are good and her attitude remains unfazed- faithful and positive. The healing process begins now and we are careful to watch for signs of infection, blood clots or pneumonia.

I'm left with many questions about why some people deal with lifelong hardships while others skate right through. Despite any questions I may have, one fact remains: My mother is a fighter of the best kind. A soldier who has never wavered from her faith in God and has always acted in love towards others. As for me, I remain rolling on my skates for now, a bit stronger because of the endurance of a hero- my Mom!